Copyright 2024 Joe Stroffolino

Lots of people moving to the state of AZ
The desert seems like a nice a nice place to be
The only problem is there’s not enough H20
One day you’ll turn the tap and it’s not gonna flow
The climate keeps getting drier every single year
I guess we’ll have to take fewer showers and drink more beer

If you can’t stand the heat maybe you should get out of the kitchen
Maybe this isn’t the right place for you.
The sun up in the sky is 93 million miles away
But it feels a lot closer on a hot Arizona day

There’s not enough snowpack on the mountains up high
They say the Colorado river’s running dry
They’re ripping up lawns, replacing them with rocks
Instead of going barefoot, you walk around in crocs
The polar glaciers are melting in to the sea
I wish that they could scoop up an iceberg and drop it down on me

If you can’t stand the heat maybe you should get out of the kitchen
Maybe this isn’t the right place for you

Most of the rain falls in the summer
Monsoon season can be a real bummer
You get a big dust storm, they call it a haboob
You can watch scary videos on You Tube
You’ll be driving and suddenly you can’t see
You gotta make sure you don’t crash into a cactus or a tree

If you can’t stand the heat maybe you should get out of the kitchen
Maybe this isn’t the right place for you

A long time a ago, it must have been tough without air conditioning
People just had to sit around all day moaning and bitching 
Now the biggest thing we complain about is our high electric bill
As we lie on the couch watching Netflix enjoying the comfortable chill

If you can’t stand the heat maybe you should get out of the kitchen
Maybe this isn’t the right place for you
The sun up in the sky is 93 million miles away
But it feels a lot closer on a hot Arizona day

Can't Stand the Heat

Track #04 of my third album 'Down the Rabbit Hole'. open.spotify.com/album/4Iq21rBQvgXesED9Hv8GEc

Selenophilia (sel-en-o-phi-lia) - a lover of the moon. 
The longing to bath in the warm light of dusk, to float in the cool night air, the freedom of the liberated soul.

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LYRICS:

Dreams come alive
Cause the days are gone

Bathed in blue light
My skin’s ghostly and pale 				
Solitary peace in			
Quiet loneliness

When the outside
Stops for a while

Dreams are alive
Cause they’re all you have

Through grey mists 
Fleeting and thin
A frozen lake of
Iridescent memories 

Hibernating		
Patiently

From the dark
I watch the sky turn to dusk
Once again
Longing to find

The soft yellow light
In between day and night
Mystery place		
In the fabric of space

Often obscured
But never totally gone
Dizzying heights
Free and wild

The endless sigh
A warming comforting breeze
Carry me wide
To never come home

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Selenophilia

04 Selenophilia

"Suo Gân" (or Huna Blentyn) is a traditional Welsh lullaby by an anonymous composer.
It was first recorded in print around 1800 and the lyrics were captured by the Welsh folklorist Robert Bryan (1858–1920).

The Song was featured in Steven Spielberg's 1987 film "Empire of the Sun", and I used to sing it to my kids :).

Piano by my daughter Awen.

We hope you'll enjoy.


Lyrics:

Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes,
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron;
Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun,
Ni wna undyn â thi gam;
Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn,
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam.

Huna'n dawel, heno, huna,
Huna'n fwyn, y tlws ei lun;
Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu,
Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun?
Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu,
Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon,
Tithau'n gwenu'n ôl dan huno,
Huno'n dawel ar fy mron?

Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
Gura, gura ar y ddôr;
Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig
Sua, sua ar lan y môr;
Huna blentyn, nid oes yma
Ddim i roddi iti fraw;
Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes.
Ar yr engyl gwynion draw.

English

Sleep my darling, on my bosom,
Harm will never come to you;
Mother's arms enfold you safely,
Mother's heart is ever true.
As you sleep there's naught to scare you,
Naught to wake you from your rest;
Close those eyelids, little angel,
Sleep upon your mother's breast.

Sleep, my darling, night is falling
Rest in slumber sound and deep;
I would know why you are smiling,
Smiling sweetly as you sleep?
Do you see the angels smiling
As they see your rosy rest,
So that you must smile an answer
As you slumber on my breast?

Don't be frightened, it's a leaflet
Tapping, tapping on the door;
Don't be frightened, 'twas a wavelet
Sighing, sighing on the shore.
Slumber, slumber, naught can hurt you,
Nothing bring you harm or fright;
Slumber, darling, smiling sweetly
At those angels robed in white.



Suo Gân (Sleep My Child - Welsh Lullaby - Awen and Rob)

This is the first in a series of eight easy, acoustic, rather short and inconclusive tracks, which I’ve assembled by working on new and reworking on some old material adding parts and sounds. 
Will anything actually happen in the end? Unlikely. Definitely not here. Here it’s a montage of bare arpeggios in various keys.
I recorded this some weeks ago: sorry about the guitar sound, the string squeak is a bit too much; now, I hope to have fixed that investing in a better and more expensive set of strings.

Part 2 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-2-dawn
Part 3 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-3-noon
Part 4 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-4-late-afternoon

Composed by Michele Ansani (2025).
Female vocals are courtesy by Edm - Silk Vocal Samples.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, July 15.

In case nothing happens - part 1 (night)*

🚀 Digital Highway – Steven Francis

Cruise the 432Hz sonic motorway with “Digital Highway,” an immersive soundscape crafted by Steven Francis, UK keyboardist with perfect pitch and a passion for healing frequencies. This 3-minute track blends atmospheric drones with subtle rhythmic pulses, creating a journey that’s both grounding and transcendent.

🔊 Designed for ambient lovers, meditation moments, or chill background vibes 🌐 Connect with the flow of thought and energy as you travel this digital route 🎹 Featured on 432Hz Relax 2 — part of Steven's evolving catalogue of sound healing

432HZ RELAX 2

DIGITAL HIGHWAY

I Must Return

This is an alternate version of this song which was originally released by The Eclectic Collective in October of 2024. Thank you for giving it another listen!! 

Cast of Characters:

Cgmaness – @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – bass, guitar, synth, main drums, percussion, composition, production and mix

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–  electric sitar

Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ and electric piano

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– percussion, additional drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – traditional gourd form body sitar and lap steel



New String Theory (The Eclectic Collective) - alternate mix to the original

Proud to announce my first collaboration with folk string artist extraordinaire Don Jennings.  Don establishes the feel of the song with his strong rhythm strumming--almost the feel of a Celtic stomp, trying to get the mud off one's boots, but allows me plenty of space for my Requinto guitar that sounds a little like a mandolin in the center-left channel.  It is fun music, at least until you have to get the mud off your own boots;)  Hear more of Don's truly fine acoustic artistry @https://soundcloud.com/user-399104119

The Muddy March (Don Jennings; acoustic guitar, David; Requinto guitar)

Pop ballad.
Created with MMJ loops and sounds  (music and vocal). 

To the night

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Fragments of life

an old song about something that happened a very long time ago

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Hey Billy, where are you?                  
Your mama wants you back home
Unlocked the door, walked into the night
Nobody knew you were gone
And I was just a kid myself
That cold September 1970
Little boy lost to a mean old world
It was the first time that death touched me
Where are you?                                   
Little boy, where are you?                     

The neighbors combed the streets and yards
The police they drove down
Brought his pillow out for the sniffer dog
As they searched their way through our town
A crowd gathers by the river's edge
Somebody yells, “Hey man, do you see just what I see?”
Face to the sky, he floats on by
It was the first time that death saw me
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Tonight, when I close my eyes, all our yesterdays, they're slipping out of view    
No one to pull us back from those twists and turns that we're heading to
Over 50 years have slipped away from a darkened day that no one can undo                  
No playtime or pretend, goodbye, my friend
I remember you

A man pulled him from the water
His mother's scream it echoed in my head
Remember, I was only six when I witnessed this
I couldn't read what the papers said
I felt the sadness stretched across the yards
As the season changed and the guilt came tumbling down
Our childhood games all rearranged 
Until it was our time to leave that town
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Thank you for stopping by 😊
Outdoor power equipment salesman by day, musician by night! 

Members of The Eclectic Collective :
The Beautiful Dark 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)
J.J. Terrell
Llanpsych
K2 and the Three [and the Four]
TexMex Shaman
Mistermark